One day I went to an abandoned farm in the village. There was dark inside and smelled like hay. Through some holes in the roof, the light came inside. I was hidden from the rest of the world in this building. Time became slow and dense. I was feeling the time at my fingertips. In my mind surfaced memories from childhood when I climbed a shed in the summer. The air was so dense that it could be taken in a handful. There was a small window at the end of the roof. It opened a view of the garden. Everything seemed so bright through that window. It was like another world: an open world waiting on you. And you, sitting quietly in the dark and just watching.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas